Whenever I went out for some social time with my boys, it almost always seemed there was an objective. “We gotta get ass tonight,” one of my boys would say. “If I don’t get chicks’ numbers tonight, I am going to be pissed the fuck off,” said another. “This better not be a sausage fest. If there is one, I am fucking leaving!” said the third anxiously.
It seemed to me that having fun was based on getting with a girl. Out of all the many things that could exist at the party, be it good food, cocktails, a good DJ, Read More